I read this in enRoute magazine last week: "I'm always around the corner from things that could change my life."
Hmmm... I kinda feel like I rounded the corner a week or so ago at full speed on a black BMX with a bright yellow banana seat, and then I slammed into Change as he was sitting there minding his own business reading a copy of "Everything I Need to Know I Learned In Kindergarten."
Or would that be the other way around?
Yah, I was minding my own business, taking a bath, reading a peaceful book and Change came around the corner, climbed my fence, crawled onto my roof and jack-hammered his way into my claw-foot tub. Water spilled onto the floor and my book got wet.
Either way, life has a way of changing, and then changing you. I guess it's my time. It seems it is always my time.
Once, a long time ago, I moved far, far away and then later realized that I made the wrong decision.
Now, I am moving a hop-skip-and-a-jump across a beautiful pond you have to fly over and I don't think the decision is the wrong one.
Just in case a few years from now I change my mind on that, I want to let you know that I will call Change from around the corner and force him to spill my water, yet again. Either that or my banana seat will be waiting to fly me back again, full speed.